When you wish you are with someone and you’re just stuck fantasizing. You’re sitting there wishing you are taken by this person but only to be in disappointment moments later because you know they’re taken or it’s just not going to happen. Ever. But you continue to think about it anyway. It gives you that momentary happiness. For some reason it makes you all giddy inside. All fuzzy. You don’t care about the relapse that follows. I feel this way. Wishful thinking took its toll on me.